“Looking back, there was a peculiar intensity about living in virtually one room. We touched constantly: if I went into the kitchen, I brushed against him; if he sat down on the bed to lace up his shoes, he dislodged me; if we passed each other, our sholders met.”

Kids are like desktop computers. You have no idea how much assembling is required until it’s at home in pieces on the study floor and you and your husband are screaming at each ohther about whose idea it was to get one in the first place.